The Washington critic., 1887-11-22
THE LOVE THAT LIVED.

peared," and Mr.. Harrington pursed
his thin lips and shook his head sadly.
"And will you go to law about it2"
the doctor asked.
mo, / shan't do that. His father
was a good friend of mine. I'll dismiss
him from my employ"
"I'm sorry for him." said DR.. Dorm
field, simply, and then drove on to sec
his next patient.
Dolly Dornfleld, In the meantime,
was seated by the cottage door pairing
peaches and looking now and then up
and down the road
She began to hum bar Of n tender
love song when Edward Arkwright
stepped out of the shadow and con-
ironted her.
"Dolly I" he called.
She paused and looked up with
smile on her face
"Oh, It's you, eh p
Yes, ! was afraid you wouldn't
speak to me-" he faltered
And why not?" with wondering
eyes.
because people think me thief"
IL should as soon believe that Mr..
Harrington stole his own pocket.book
the cross grained odlous old wretchr'
the young man, advancing hurriedly to
her and pressing his lips to the dim
Piled back of one white peach stained
little hand.
Dolly snatched 1t away with redden.
ing cheeks.
"Mr. Arkwrightp' p'
Forgive me, Dolly; but I'm going
abroad to morrow"
ssIa TINT INV raounp rn,t chnnII kicu
my hand :"
dolly, 1 love you !" he faltered.
"You have carried my heart dangling
In that same little hand these many
weeks"
"Ob," said the maiden, looking in.
tently down at her peaches, "that's
quite another affair. How can help
that2"
Wont you say that you love me q
little, Dollyr he pursued, growing red
and white in the intensity of his emo.
ton. Wont you give me morsel-
the merest crumb-of hope to live on
while | am gomez
mo, / WON'T" said Dolly, tossing
her pretty head. "How ridiculous all
this is"
'At all events, Dolly, you cannot
prevent my loving you. shall carry
that love In my heart wherever l so,
until hear that you have given your.
self to some other man."
You will do nothing Of the kind"
flashed out Dolly Dornfeld, indig.
nantly. II will not allow it.
There are some things, Dolly, that
even you have no power to alter" said
young Arkwright. sadly. "Good.by"
She heard his footsteps crushing
down the honey sweet blossoms Of the
white clover. She heard him scale the
mossy stone wall through the tumul-
tuous beating of her own heart. And
then she sprang up, scattering the red
freight Of peaches right and left into
the grass.
"Edward-Mr. Arkwright"
But 1t was too late--he was gone.
"Well, papa, is there any news?"
said Dolly, her usual nightly question,
as she sat down opposite the doctor to
pour out the tea.
why, yes" said the doctor, taking
mighty swallow. "At least. sup.
pose you gossips-'
Papa p
would call 1t news" went on the
old gentleman. Harrington has found
his pocket book"
Dolly fairly jumped to her feet.
Found II, papar'
cor rather II has been returned to
him. 1t was In the pocket of an
Office coat he had sent to the tailor's to
have refined and vamped over gener.
ally. The tailor had great many
orders on hand, and somehow mlslaid
the coat until yesterday, when he com
menced to rip 1t up. And there was
the pocket.bOok unopened
''lt was q lucky thing that the tailor
was on honest man" said Dolly,
brea,hlessly.
why, yes, rather so-ior young
Aikwright. Poor boy and we all
suspected him wrongfully |"
~ never did, papa" sparkled out
Dolly.
Ten years had passed over the peace.
full little village since the tongue of
general rumor was rife with the story
of Edward Arkwright and Lawyer
UoIriugton's missing pocket book be.
fore Edward Atkwright came back
again.
No longer the slender, boyish looking
young fellow, struggling against the
Intangible shadow of great suspicion,
but portly, bearded, handsome man,
with the prestige of wealth and the title
of Judge" before his name.
II saw him myself, Dolly" said Mrs.
Jenkinson, talking 10 Miss Doruiicld
about the all engrossing topic. For
The doctors daughter had not married,
much to the astoulshment of all the
village, and remained Miss Dorntieid
sull. And the prince royal couldn't
look more the gentleman. And there 3
"a party of gay folks with him at the
hotel from New York and Chicago, ~
lvc heard tell, and one Of 'em, Miss
Irgoldsby from New York, Is the lady
he's TO he married to-"
How do you know?' Dolly asked,
Iaiher family.
They say so," answered Mrs Jepk.
iuson, satisfied that she had rendered
Tie best possible authority.
Dolly cried quietly up In her own
room that afternoon, just rs the
twilight was deepening into dark.
~ know l have been a fool, she
sohhcd TO herself; "but | did think he
would remember the old days little.
ii was my fault, and must bear 1t; but
| hope he will be happy with Miss
Ingoldsby."
And Dolly wiped the wet drops from
her long cyclashes aud went downstairs
10 sit in the starlight under the old
apple tree, where she had pared
peaches ten long years ago
Back, back she went, along the
othoipg corridors of memory, to thai
SELF same afternoon
So long since; yet such a brief time
Like a dream, yet so real,
dolly -
Just rs IT had sounded then his voice
broke on the silence, and once again
she started and colored and asked her,